The matter was almost complete, and this time Wuji had indeed helped a lot; Yang Fan owed him a favor: "Alright, I'll treat you to dinner when I have time." Yang Fan said casually.
"I'll remember this meal." Wuji didn't stand on ceremony either.
At noon, Yang Fan had just finished lunch when Carlos Scott's call came through: "As you wished, the board has agreed to your request."
The Las Vegas Consortium had no way out; Carlos Scott's words did not surprise Yang Fan at all.
"Next, we need to discuss the price. First, the twenty percent of United States Petroleum stock in my hand, what price will you pay to buy it? I almost spent twenty billion; according to the current market price, the stock originally worth twenty billion has risen to twenty-one billion, the price is agreeable to you, right?"
